ruxton island

Number two son and I boarded a ferry from the mainland last week to spend an idyllic weekend on Ruxton Island via Nanaimo. My very good friend, Sharon, has recently abandoned me to the local suburban hausfraus (I've taken to hiding in my basement) to take on a new job in the promised land, taking her husband and four little boys with her. The bitch. Adam is good friends with her eldest so we had to go and see for ourselves why they felt compelled to leave us behind.

One of the reasons is their ramshackle (but most charming) cabin above a small inlet on Ruxton Island, just a half hour's boat ride across from their new home on Vancouver Island. The location is amazing and there are hours of things for small boys to do there on the beach and in the woods. Adam was pretty peeved when it was time to leave.


We discovered a nest of baby birds in the middle of a dead evergreen bush near the ground. Does anybody know what these babies are? Their parents have a very distinctive call, as evidenced by their scoldings as we inspected their private digs.

It was pretty hard to return to civilization. But at least I have these.